[18+ Explicit] - Sexual Content❗stay away if you don't want Michael in sexual relationship 😬
☆ If you're looking for some marshmallows, rainbows, and unicorns, this is NOT the fic for you ☆
⚠️This story is experimental. Not for review book submissi...
Content Warning: (mild) BDSM bits. Read at your own risk. Or just skip.
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Faye
A soft classical music is playing in the room.
My blindfold is back.
My hands are tied against the headboard.
My naked body is lying straight on the bed with my legs wide apart.
I've been given enough time to comfort my body due to the intense and multiple orgasms I had earlier. It is too much that I don't even know if I can release more liquid even though it is still possible.
Biologically speaking.
Michael's presence is around, randomly kissing my body or teasing my skin with his soft touches. In my assumption, he is also using the rose to trace my skin.
A sharp gasp escaped from my mouth and I lifted my head upwards when a freesinf cold sensation touched my chest. Michael is hovering on top of me with his hands on my arms to control my movements even though my hands are tied above my head.
The cold thing on my chest moved downwards, leaving a wet trace of water droplets on my skin.
"Sir..." I moaned when he pinched both of my hardened nipples, making me shut my eyes tightly. The cold cube reached my stomach and Michael left it resting on my belly button.
Despite of the cold sensation the cube is giving, it is not enough to kill the burning fire inside my system. My body temperature is in its all-time high as if I am having an alarming fever.
But that's just what I feel. It is not the actual heat of my body.
Michael's lips continued to kiss my skin until it reached my mound. His skillful tongue played with my folds that made me arched my body to him.
A sharp inhale was executed by my system when Michael let a different cube touched my nipples. My buds reacted to the temperature change that made them erect from the unexplained sensation.
Michael removed the coldness from my nipples but the one on my belly button remained. It is melting on my skin slowly and I can feel the liquid dripping on my stomach.
"Are you thirsty, pumpkin?" He asked while massaging my breasts and kissing my chest.
"Yes, Sir." I answered, my voice sounded husky.
My throat is dry and the amount of saliva in my mouth is not enough to prevent my lips from drying and wash the dryness in my throat.
Michael claimed my lips but it is just a light kiss that left me hungry for more. I felt him moved and his body is no longer on top of me. My chest is heaving, anticipating anything from him.
